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[principals]

Who: Everyone
When: Day 1 – noon
Where: The Auditorium
What: ROUND 1 BEGINS

[Some hours have passed, leaving you time to mingle and explore to your hearts content. However, as the clocks tick over to noon … the bell rings again. And this time, it's followed by the hissing static of an intercom system.]

Ahem! Ahem, is this thing on? Ahh, yes … If all Students and Instructors could kindly make their way to the Auditorium, our first class can begin.

[Those people who are understandably reluctant to follow that instruction may just find their feet moving for them, plodding them into the massive assembly hall. Once they're there, the door slams shut and locks behind them.

… There's nobody there, but the intercom is still on.]

Comments

[evenimprobable]

[he stands off by himself, hands shoved in his pockets and expression eerily calm. He sure looks used to this]

[carptricks]

[you may be taking it calmly but your facetwin is pitching a fit at the doorway]

[evenimprobable]

[yes he's absolutely calm . . . you just keep on keeping on there, Kit]

[carptricks]

[It's worth a shot!!]

[Naturally, though, his resistance doesn't do much. . . and his grip slips on the door as he stumbles forward, into the auditorium]

Damn. . .

[evenimprobable]

. . .

You almost had it.

[carptricks]

I don't think I was even close to almost.

[Straightens his shirt, which causes the hilt of the knife tucked into the waistband of his pants to be visible for just a few moments]

[evenimprobable]

Fine, you had no chance.

[that doesn't even phase him, considering Jinx and . . . anyway]

[carptricks]

[Thieves with knives!1]

[He slumps against the nearest wall and folds his arms over his torso]

. . . so did you find anyone you know here?

[You know. Just in case they have yet another team to add to the "plz do not hit" list]

[evenimprobable]

One person on the black team, Dash. [he points her out] I lived with her in Thusia.

I don't recognize anyone else . . . so far.

[carptricks]

. . . I'll keep it in mind.

[A beat]

And sorry.

It sucks.

[evenimprobable]

[he shrugs a shoulder, because what else is there to say?]

[carptricks]

[Nothing, really. The most they can do is wait]

[evenimprobable]

. . .

I couldn't find a soccerball.

[he sounds a little upset over that honestly]

[clocksandroses]

You look like you're thinking exactly what I'm thinking, Kudo-kun.

[evenimprobable]

"Ah, memories"?

[clocksandroses]

"Sweet, sweet nostalgia. How I missed this."

[ The sarcasm is thick with this one. ]

[evenimprobable]

My thoughts exactly.

[he can't even put sarcasm into it; his voice is just deadpanned and resigned]

[clocksandroses]

[ SIIIGH. ]

So, did you find anybody you know? Kit and I had the pleasure of realizing we have at least one old teammate on all but one of the other teams.

[evenimprobable]

[ha ha . . . ha . . . ]

One of the women in black is someone I know, from Thusia. Dash. [he gestures to where she's sitting]

[clocksandroses]

Black ...? That's weird.

[evenimprobable]

. . . they're peacekeepers. I don't think they'll be participating like we will be.

[clocksandroses]

"Peacekeepers."

What does that entail, exactly?

[evenimprobable]

In my experience, it means that if we try to break the rules, they're the ones who stop us. Or, if punishments are needed, they're the ones who carry them out.

[a beat, and he unconsciously reaches up to rub at his eye] They were called Ophiuchus in Sabra. The Judges' team.

[clocksandroses]

...

They .... They what?

[evenimprobable]

. . . ah. That sort of team must be unique to Sabra.